Get a load of this, meat mashers. I'm John Arby, King of Arby's, and I'm broadcasting on all frequencies. The ambulances can wait, we've got work to do. Emergency call? You're damn right. There are beeves in the world that aren't being knocked to the ground and grilled with prejudice. That's where you come in. There are Arby's locations that need your help - landlords are a blight on every godly mission, and mine is no exception. I'm not asking for much, just a few dollars to keep the fires lit and the grills hot. You'll even walk away with a little piece of history: an important part of a cow wrapped in a bun and incinerated. You can eat it. Or don't! I'm not your dad. I'm John Arby.
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🔞 I say lots of heck words and post questionable smut. Stick around if that's your thing, but if you're below legal age to view such things in your jurisdiction, kindly go someplace else.
🚜 Bob Semple was right.
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